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    Come And Talk To Me

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    Come And Talk To Me
    Released

    By Cam'ron

      About "Come And Talk To Me"

      Lyrics for Cam'ron - "Come And Talk To Me"

      [skit]
      Yo Weez wasup man
      Yo word man, you hear them niggas man,
      them niggas is pussy man, word man
      What happened? What happened?
      Yo them niggas is dead man, we gon kill them niggas man
      T-Today, I...
      Straight like that today man
      We gon murder them niggas man
      Assed out man
      I heard they do they thing though
      Son don't worry about that man, we gon do our thing nigga
      Yeah I'm feelin that let's go kill them niggas man
      No doubt

      HOOK:
      You want to kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
      Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

      Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo

      [Verse 1]
      Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
      Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court
      It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
      When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it
      So, chain danglers, are in danger
      When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
      Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider
      Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised him
      He speak Eboni-, me and my goddaughter see-Hanni
      Come through with the mean Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy
      And she three feet behind me
      Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi
      Me and G O D, from see O see, like got dough see O D
      A S A P, A S A P
      Play me, you crazy, and your mother ass fat
      So I laid her on her stomach bust your brothers on her back
      Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist
      Make me more devilish, me and my whores never kiss
      Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
      Just my green top, yo we own inside, motherfucker

      HOOK:
      You want to kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
      Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
      We gon ball till we fall, gon ride in the five
      Keep pies in our eyes, stay high til we die
      You want to kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
      Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
      We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
      Keep a chick in the whip, gettin licked the six

      [Verse 2]
      Ayo they used to call me "Work Out"
      'cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out
      Niggas want to make deals, na na I want work out
      Now murk out, before you get cursed out
      Bangin they fun, same as the sun
      Hidin from the church when you slang to the nuns
      Chumps come through with giraffe and orangatang guns
      Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft
      I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
      Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
      Wait, don't have to tell you shit
      Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?
      Yo you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
      Get a gold chain talkin bout you bout to have money
      But everything's gonna to be all right, why
      'cause every ring's gonna be all ice and
      You want to kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
      Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

      HOOK

      [Verse 3]
      This nigga with the ice mug stuntin? [He won't bust nothing]
      Yo, talkin bout he gon' touch somethin [He won't bust nothing]
      Yo sayin that he too much frontin [He won't bust nothing]
      Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin [He won't bust nothing]
      And his man with the ice grill frontin [He won't kill nothing]
      Yo, he outside with the mil frontin [He won't kill nothing]
      Talkin bout he some real somethin [He won't kill nothing]
      Sayin yo I'ma kill something! [He won't kill nothing]
      Not a collecter of Picasso, but everybody in my scepter got dough
      Neglect a rock row, go to charve and not dough ho
      But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin in the side bitch
      ?Maxin out to Marvin?, can't know it
      That's why I keep the BLAM BLAM loaded
      Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

      Get the fuck outta here! This shit is fuckin closed!
      Get the fuck outta here motherfucker I'll kill you!

      HOOK

      SONGWRITERS:
      GILES, CAMERON/BRANCH, DARRELL
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